Bad News

Emily Field waited in the office of the attorney who had contacted her shortly after her mother's **** about a month ago. Notifying her that there were a few important matters to discuss, in regard to her mother's estate. Emily found that to be odd, seeing as her estranged mother had very little, if anything of major value.

The office, located downtown in the city, was expensively appointed with dark stained solid oak doors and trim, and a matching large solid oak desk. Behind the desk was a full height bookshelf spacing from wall to wall filled with leather bound law books. The dark green painted walls were adorned with classic art. One of which caught her attention, titled Massacre of the Innocents. She sat in one of the two large dark brown leather chairs in front of the desk. A matching chair behind the desk on castors sat empty.

Emily stared at the painting, finding it beautiful, but its subject matter disturbing for a legal office. She wore an olive green fitted camisole trimmed with lace embroidery at the collar, black fitted jeans and black converse. Emily was a beautiful 19 year old woman. She was 5' 5" tall and kept a slim figure from regular exercise. Her breasts a full and firm 34C with a slim 23" waist and 34" hips. Her ass full and perky. She had a beautiful smile, when not faced with difficult matters, with beautiful brown eyes and long brown hair. a small patch of freckles over the bridge of her little nose.

Emily hated the city, where the wealthy lived. In her youth she had grown up in the city, when her father was alive. After he passed her mother struggled financially, unable to curb her lavish spending habits without his income. When Emily turned 18, she moved out to a small beachside community. She managed to rent a beautiful beachfront house with the money left to her by her father. It wasn't much but it let her live an easy life until she could figure out her future.

When the door to the office opened, she snapped out of her gaze at the disturbingly beautiful painting. An older man walked into the office wearing an expensive three piece suit. "Ms. Field, Sorry for the wait. I'm Edward Fischer. It's a pleasure to meet you again." Emily looked confused. "Again?" Mr. Fischer chuckled. "Yes, you were very young. Your father and I went to law school together. We had stayed in contact after, but only actually talked a few times. The last time, you were only about 4 or 5." Emily nodded with a plain acknowledgment.

Mr. Fischer sat in his chair behind the desk, crossing his fingers on his rounded belly. Seeming to be gathering his thoughts, preparing to give some unfortunate news. This made Emily a little uneasy. "Ms. Field, may I call you Emily?" Emily gave a quiet nod, wanting to tell him to get on with it. "Emily, when your late mother was terminal. She asked me manage her estate upon her ****. It's with great **** that I have to inform you that under current finance laws, you are set to inherit your mother...um, quite substantial debt."

Emily felt her stomach churn and heart rate increase. "Um...h-how much?" Mr. Fischer leaned forward to a file folder on his desk and flipped it open. He studied the paper inside, as Emily craned her neck to try and get a glimpse at the file. "Just over $400, 000." Emily's jaw dropped, eyes opened wide in absolute shock. "Wh...how!?" She asked with utter bemusement. "Well it would seem your mother was very **** to give up her decadent lifestyle. This figure was much larger, but the banks had already seized any remaining assets to pay down the debt."

Emily was dumbfounded. She reached up with one hand to massage a tensing muscle in her neck while her other hand covered her mouth still agape. Mr. Fischer gave her a moment to process this until he had to break the silence. "Emily, this is important, now I've managed to reason with your creditors and give you some time." Emily pulled herself out of her daze. "H-how long?" Mr. Fischer leaned forward once again to check the date. "Just over a week. At which time if they don't have the balance in full they.." Mr. Fischer trailed off, finding it hard to finish that sentence. Emily began to breathe deeper. "They what?" She asked knowing the answer, but hoping to hear something different. "They...will...seize you for enslavement." Emily squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, on the verge of tears.

"Emily, I won't sugar coat it. Enslavement by the banks is less than ideal. They will sell you to the highest bidder, and the highest bidder is rarely Prince Charming." Emily nodded with acknowledgement. "Your best course of action is to find someone you know and trust enough to help you. I know your father...and mother, had many trusted friends. Might I suggest appealing to any of them. Sure it might still mean enslavement. But at the very least, it could be someone you know and trust."

Emily rose from her seat, needing to get out of Mr. Fischer's office and have a good cry. "Thank you, Mr. Fischer. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Mr. Fischer rose with Emily. "Please, let me see you out." Emily turned to raise a hand and shake her head. "No, please, that won't be necessary." Without another word, she turned and left her office. Mr. Fischer slump back down into his seat and spent a moment to pity Emily and her horrible situation. He tucked her file away and moved on with other work.

Emily bolted passed Mr. Fischer receptionist and out of the waiting area to the office building corridor. She eagerly found a washroom, where she locked the door and sat on the toilet seat. She let out a burst of tears sobbing at her unfortunate situation. She spent the next 20 minutes, crying and contemplating.

When she finally calmed herself, she pulled out her cell phone from her shoulder bag. She scrolled through her contacts to the name she had hoped to never need to get into contact with. It was at her mother's funeral that he had approached her, giving her the same uneasiness she had felt every other time before. She pressed the call button until a young receptionist answered. "Duncan Blackwell's office. Jane Speaking." Emily bit her lip, wanting to hang up already. "Um...hi. Is Mr. Blackwell there?" The receptionist replied in an even and pleasant tone. "I'm sorry, but he's in a meeting at the moment. Can I take a message?" Emily nodded as if the receptionist could see her. "Yes, please. Could you, um...could you let him know that Emily Field called? He should have my number." The receptionist took the message down and they both bid each other goodbye.

Emily hung her head in defeat, slipping her phone into her bag. She didn't truly know or trust Duncan Blackwell, but she knew that he would be the only one who would be able to help with such a large debt. She cleaned herself up, and reapplied makeup that had run from her tears. She exited the washroom and made her way for the elevator, unable to think about anything but her impending fate.